When we were kids (I was about 6, my brother about 8) the girl down the street gave my brother a pink chicken for Easter. (I think she liked him...) Anyway, the chicken seemed okay... we had a mean little nasty dog though that loved to chase her. My dad forgot to put the chicken in her cage before he picked me up from my half a day of kindergarten. I went to the backyard to play with Pinky and all I found were little pink feathers everywhere.

Had the silly thing not been dyed, daddy could have gone and gotten a new chickie and we'd have never known Ginger (the nasty little dog) ate the chickie. My brother didn't care all that much, but it traumatized me for a long time!

Point of my stupid little sad story is ... I think it may be legal in Texas, as that's where we grew up...